Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 133

The room was immense, with a grand circular table at its center. It was adorned with an array of dishes, complemented by a selection of wines and beverages.

"Holy smokes, that lobster is colossal!"

"The slab of salmon on that platter is longer than my life expectancy."

"And, no kidding, I've only seen these wine labels in high-end boutiques."

A few people whispered among themselves, their voices barely above a murmur. The manager pretended not to notice.

Josefina chimed in, "I haven't even ordered yet."

"All these have been especially selected by Mr. Oliver for you. He wanted to serve a variety of dishes so you and your friends could savor a little bit of everything," the server explained.

The others in the room gasped in awe. What a generous gesture!

Oliver? Just by hearing the name, they knew he must be Josefina's boyfriend.

"Ms. Josefina, I won't disturb your dining experience any further. If you need anything, just press the button on the table, and I'll be right in," the manager said, closing the door discreetly behind him.

Alex surveyed the expansive private dining area and obsequiously pulled out a chair for Josefina. "Ms. Josefina, please take a seat here."

With a gracious smile, Josefina nodded her thanks. "Thank you, everyone, please have a seat. You've all worked hard recently, and I'll still be needing your help in the coming days to keep the company thriving."

"Ms. Josefina, you're too nice. It's our duty to give our all for the company, especially considering the salary we draw."

"Ms. Josefina, a toast to you. The company's success is all thanks to your leadership." This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Indeed, it's all your doing. If Jaxon were at the helm, we would've gone bankrupt ages ago."

"And let's not forget Ava, the turncoat who betrayed the company and caused you so much stress."

"Ah, let's not dredge up such dreary topics. Let's all raise our glasses to Ms. Josefina instead."

Josefina stood up and joined the toast.

As they feasted their eyes on the lavish spread before them, it was a moment of true revelation for many.

...

After leaving Josefina's side, the manager entered the adjacent dining room. "Mr. Oliver, everything is arranged to perfection. Ms. Josefina and her guests have commenced their meal."

"Hmm," Oliver acknowledged, swirling the wine in his glass, a slight smile on his lips.

The manager, with utmost respect, said, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

The secretary shot him a look, and the manager promptly exited.

George dropped a file in front of Oliver. "Mr. Oliver, I've checked. Billy has been to Ms. Josefina's company, looking to acquire some designs. He's hilariously ignorant, not realizing that Ms. Josefina is a billionaire's daughter, and that the fashion empire is hers."

Oliver snickered with a wicked grin. "Billy's stupidity will be the death of him."

George added, "One day, when he discovers Ms. Josefina's true identity, I wonder if he'll explode with rage or die of regret."

One didn't need to speculate to know that Billy would indeed be filled with remorse.

At this moment, Billy was indeed filled with regret. His company was on the brink of collapse, teetering on the edge of ruin.

Lauren, clutching a servant's phone, relentlessly dialed Josefina's number. As soon as Josefina heard Lauren’s voice, she hung up.

When Lauren called again, she was promptly blocked. In no time at all, all the servants' number were blacklisted.

Lauren, seething with anger, hurled the phone across the room. "That little bitch! She actually blocked me!"

The servant stood by, and Lauren's irritation only grew. "What are you just standing there for?"

"Madam, you've destroyed my phone, I—"

"What about it? You think I can't afford to replace your phone? Go to the butler and get a thousand dollars for a new one."